Conception
Ink dashed,paint splashed,
gaush splotched
smeared and painted stained glass
fissured into irredescent shards reflecting clash
with bright technicolor light,its bright center
an unfertilized egg,overwhelmed by splintered
cells,chosen sperm that will grow and never tell
of wading plasma,mired in cigarrette miasma
Halogen light bleeding bright,from this distance untamed
bursts like shattering bulbs peircing wide staring eyes tamed
by dimming candle flame
Mediums tramsformed from their natural form and brillance's born
its odd subject matter framed,its message conveyed by paint splatter
its symmetry and definition enhanced by light's conture
conveys an eccentric prodigy matured
It's eve's hour,the time told by closed pedal flowers
the longer days delayed sleep
as time is forgotten,fond memories,is its creator's keep
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